O tempo, senhor sábio, ensina que falar da dor
Alivia as dores,
A tristeza ama a solidão, se triste é mais sadio
Não esconder a tristeza, não entro na contra
Mão o coração é casa de mistério, e os
Mistérios se alimentam de ilusões.
Enganar o espírito fingindo não perceber a sua
Agonia, é tortura.
A tristeza reprimida enlouquece e desperta os
Agonia, é tortura.
A tristeza reprimida enlouquece e desperta os
Males que iludem o psíquico e o induz a sair
À rua mostrando a sua nudez.
À rua mostrando a sua nudez.
Não me calo diante do sofrimento, choro.
Falo das tristezas sem medo de parecer fraco.
Falo das frustrações.
Falo das frustrações.
Não permito que opiniões reprimam a minha
Franqueza.
Liberto-me dos males das críticas que
Liberto-me dos males das críticas que
Apontam o meu espírito, com o intuito de me
Deixa no chão.
Então me sinto feliz.
Tempo, senhor sábio, viajante já viveu todas
As situações.
Conhecestes os amores que foram amados e
Conhecestes os amores que foram amados e
Confortastes os corações que foram
Machucados.
Falo das tristezas que angustiam o meu coração.
Falo das tristezas que angustiam o meu coração.
Lido da Silva, Fevereiro de 2014
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I´m talking about the sorrows
Pain relieves the pain,
The sadness loves solitude, if sad is is healthier
Don't hide the sadness, I don't go against
Hand the heart is a house of mystery, and the
Mysteries feed itself on illusions.
Deceiving the spirit by pretending not to notice
The sadness loves solitude, if sad is is healthier
Don't hide the sadness, I don't go against
Hand the heart is a house of mystery, and the
Mysteries feed itself on illusions.
Deceiving the spirit by pretending not to notice
Its agony is torture.
Repressed sadness drives to madness and
Repressed sadness drives to madness and
Awakens the evils that elude the psychic and
Induce him to go out to the street showing
His nudity.
I don't shut up in the face of suffering, I cry.
I speak about sadness without fear of appearing
I don't shut up in the face of suffering, I cry.
I speak about sadness without fear of appearing
Weak.
I speak about frustrations.
I don't allow opinions to repress mine frankness.
I free myself from the evils of the criticism that
Point to my spirit, with the intention of to put
I speak about frustrations.
I don't allow opinions to repress mine frankness.
I free myself from the evils of the criticism that
Point to my spirit, with the intention of to put
Me down.
So I feel happy.
Time, wise man, traveler, has lived through all
The situations.
You knew the loves that were loved and you
So I feel happy.
Time, wise man, traveler, has lived through all
The situations.
You knew the loves that were loved and you
Comforted the hearts that were injured.
I´m talkng about the sorrows that anguish my
I´m talkng about the sorrows that anguish my
Heart.
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